Ring! Ring! Ring!
Casey Becker was in her house, getting ready to settle down for the evening. She went over and picked up the phone. There was heavy breathing on the other side of the speaker. Casey immediately hung up. She went back to making her popcorn.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Casey groaned. All she wanted was to sit back and relax. Being the popular student with a football playing boyfriend was exhausting. Still, she went over and answered the phone again.
" Hello?"
" Hi, who is this?"
" Who's this?" Casey inquired.
" Maureen is that you?"
" Who?"
" Oh, I'm sorry, I must have gotten the wrong number."
" That's okay, it happens. By now."
Casey hung up. However, she barely moved when her phone rang again. This was starting to really irritate her. She aggressively grabbed her phone.
" What now?"
" Well, I wanted to apologize for getting the wrong number."
" You're forgiven, good bye now."
" Wait, don't hang up!"
" What? Why?"
" I wanna talk to someone. I'm scared."
" Well, call 911."
Casey hung up again. What a weirdo. She finally was able to get her popcorn cooking on her stove without any interruptions. She jumped when she heard her phone ring again. Dang it. So close.
" Hello?"
" Hi- wait, what's that sound?"
" Well, I'm making popcorn."
" Really? I only make popcorn when I'm watching a movie."
" Well, that's what I'm doing. Making popcorn and then watching a horror movie."
" Really? I love horror movies! What's your favorite scary movie?"
" Um, I'm not sure."
" Ah, come on, there has to be one you really love."
" Hm, well, between you and me, I love halloween."
" That's nice, but I asked you what your favorite scary movie is."
" I just told you. Halloween."
" Halloween? … Oh, wait, isn't that the one where this dude stalks baby sisters and kills them?"
" That's the one."
" Ah, okay."
" What's your favorite scary movie?"
" Guess."
" Hm. A nightmare on Elm street.
" A nightmare on Elm street? That's the one with the dude with the glove knives, right?"
" That's the one."
" It's not my favorite, no, but it was scary."
" The first one was. The others sucked."
" Yeah, I'll give you one more guess."
" Uh, Friday the 13th?"
" Correct! I love Jason Voorhees!"
" Really? He's lame. He's a big baby who kills for his dead mom."
" Respectfully disagree. You got a boyfriend?"
" Why you wanna ask me out on a date?"
" Maybe. So, do you?"
" No."
" Are your parents home?"
" I'm not telling you. Why do you wanna know that?"
" Because I want to know who I'm looking at."
…
" What?"
" I said I wanna know who I'm talking to."
" That's not what you said."
" Yeah, it is."
" No, it's not."
" What do you think I said?"
" My mom is calling for me. I gotta go."
" So, are we on for a date?"
" I… don't think so. Bye now."
Casey immediately ran all around the house locking windows and doors.
Ring! Ring!
" Ah! … What do you want?"
" To play a game."
" Now, you listen to me-"
" No, you listen to me! You hang up on me again and I'll gut you like a fish, you understand?"
" Wait, until I tell my parents. They'll kick your sorry ass!"
" We both know your parents aren't home."
" Yeah? Well, my boyfriend is on his way-"
" I thought you didn't have a boyfriend."
" I do! And he's on his way! He's big and he plays football!"
" Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots!"
" Laugh it up! He'll knock you out in no time!"
" Really? I think I've already met him. Is his name… Steve?"
…
" What?"
" Turn on your porch light."
Casey went over to her back porch and turned the light on. She gasped in both fear and shock. Her boyfriend, Steve, was tied to a chair. Steve struggled against the bonds.
" Now that we know who stands where, I suggest you talk. To. me."
" What do you want from me?"
" To play a game. A trivia game. A horror trivia game. See, I ask you a question, you get it wrong, Steve dies. I ask you another question, if you get it wrong, you die. It's simple. You ready?"
" Don't do this."
" Ah, but you love horror movies. You'll do great. First question, who was the killer in Friday the 13th?"
" Ah, ha! I know the answer to that question, asshole. It's Jason Voorhees!"
" Ah, but that's where you're wrong!"
" No, I'm right! Jason is the killer! I know he is!"
" Jason doesn't appear until the sequel. Pamula Voorhees was the original killer."
" You- you tricked me!"
" Good news is you get another chance. Bad news is poor Steve is out."
Casey ran to the back porch window. There was a groan of pain. When she reached the window, Steve's insides were not outsides. Casey whimpered.
" No…"
" Last question… What door am I at?"
" What?"
" You have two main entrances. You're already standing by one, so this one should be easy."
Ding! Dong!
" Who's there?"
" Oh, Casey, don't you know? You should never say who's there. That's basically asking for death.
A chair broke the glass of the porch door. Casey shrieked. A dood is a ghost costume entered the house. Casey whimpered in fear. The figure dropped the phone he was using to talk to Casey. He then took out a voice box.
" Do you want to die… Casey?"
" AAAAAAAH!"
Casey ran out the front door. She sighed in relief when she saw her parents get out of the car. A hand clasped over her mouth. It dragged her away from sight. She felt something sharp stab her in the chest. She fell to the ground, bleeding a lot. She smacked the figure with her phone. She then ran back to the front door. Where her parents were talking. She opened her mouth to talk, but nothing came out. Her parents didn't seem to notice her as they walked into the house.
The figure shoved Casey to the ground. He got on top of her, his knife raised. Casey reached and struggled to take off the mask. When she did, her eyes widened at who she saw. Then he stabbed her with the already bloody knife.
" Casey, we're home!"
" Aw, she left the popcorn on the stove again."
The figure stabbed Casey again.
" She also left the phone on the floor."
Casey's mom picked up the phone.
The figure stabbed Casey once more.
" Hello?"
Casey breathed heavily. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and barely audible.
" Mom…"
" Casey?"
The figure began dragging Casey away.
" Casey!"
The figure grabbed the phone and hung up.
" What's wrong, honey?"
" Casey, I- I heard her on the phone."
" What! I'll call the police, you go outside and look for her."
Casey's mom went outside.
" AAAAAAAAAH!"
Casey's dad dashed outside.
" No, not my baby."
" Jesus…"
Casey was hung on a tree, her insides now on the outside like Steve's.
" CASEEEEEEY!"
And Sidney Prescott looked up from her computer.